It’s the time of transitioning into fall, into winter. I sit by the window with the strong afternoon sun illuminating the autumn hues of my brunette head. I gather the warmth. The sun sets brilliantly these afternoons over the Pacific Ocean just a few miles from my door. I always feel this time of year in every cell of my body. Each afternoon I go to the park by the marina, ride my bike or truck over, and I visit the seaweeds that skirt the point. Kites fly and dance around with the cotton candy clouds, and I would think I was home on the east coast in Maine, Rhode Island or Cape Cod, if it weren’t for the lack of a frozen nose.  It is cool here this time of year, bundling up is necessary. Scarves and soups.

It is also time to dream. I am learning how to dream my passions into daily life. After seaweed harvesting season, it takes so long for me to exchange my sea legs for the legs of one who abides by the ways of the land. In a book I am reading the idea is that we first find a dance (job) of survival. Is this seaweed for me? Seaweed harvesting season is a dream time that is very hard for me to wake out of. I enjoy being one on one with nature so much. Now it’s time to work on selling the plants and this is the dance of survival, along with whatever other part time work I get. This is very hard for us whose souls are of the very wild variety. Like a chameleon I thrive in the presence of that which gives me life- nature walks, music session, dancing and other activities that connect me to the source. Not so much one on one with computers and dish sanitizers. So it is very important that in the survival work of marketing and pouring coffee I can somehow connect to my wild core. Is there a workshop in how to do this?!? The bromeliads (air plants- epiphytes) that float around the café help so much! And I am learning some new songs, Irish in origin, a Gaelic song about seaweed harvesting, that I can hum while on the job. Eventually the survival work ends up being like a skin that is shed, or a chrysalis that falls away. We learn how to share our highest gifts with our communities and survive on what gives us joy. This all takes time. and vision quests haha.

So in moving to a more urban place I expect that I might be able to tap into some resources to help me with the work that I am doing. Seaweed related and all that work we do in life in order to feel more connected. I am feeling ready to pick up where I left off in college with medicinal plants. I am going to look into herbal apprenticeships for next summer. When you purchase your own bit of the seaweed I harvested you’ll be surely supporting me on my journey deeper into the healing arts. I always want to be able to provide people with what nourishes and heals weather it is seaweed, other plants or a way of slowing the pace and listening. This is the perfect time of year to order seaweed for a simple nourishing broth or a hearty stock to warm the soul!

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